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  One Wild Weekend

  Jc Holly

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  Fantasies become reality for one couple as they share a wild and sexy weekend

  Bobby and Chris' relationship is starting to stagnate. They're constantly bickering, and haven't had sex in weeks. On hearing this, Bobby's assistant suggests they take a long weekend to explore each other's sexuality—though she uses rather different wording - and work on each other's fantasies.

  As luck would have it, Chris' friend is out of town on a business trip, and agrees to let them use his cottage up in the hills. Gorgeous surroundings, a horny boyfriend, and an agreement between them to make the others' sexual dreams come true. What more could a girl want?

  One Wild Weekend

  JC Holly

  A Total-E-Bound Publication

  www.total-e-bound.com

  One Wild Weekend

  ISBN # 978-0-85715-565-8

  ©Copyright J.C. Holly 2011

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright May 2011

  Edited by Lisa Cox

  Total-E-Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-E-Bound Publishing.

  Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-E-Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork

  Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  Dedication

  To my sweetie. You know who you are.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Bobby stirred beneath the blankets. Had the alarm gone off? She was sure she hadn’t heard it, but there seemed to be a lot of light coming through her eyelids. She pondered this for a long minute while her body tried to persuade her to go back to sleep. Something prodded her leg underneath the covers as she rolled onto her side to face the window. She wasn’t up to opening her eyes yet, but she figured the extra light through them may help smooth the transition.

  Something poked her again, this time pushing against her ass. She ran a hand down behind her, then sighed as her fingers closed over Chris’ cock.

  “For your sake, you’d better be asleep,” she muttered.

  “Uh huh.” He began to move his hips towards her, his cock slipping back and forth between her fingers. “That’s me. Fast asleep.”

  “All right, but make it quick.” She tightened her grip around his shaft. “I have to get to work.”

  His movements stopped. “Uh, work? You’re working today?”

  She frowned and rolled over so she faced him, then opened an eyelid. “Well, it is a Thursday. Second busiest day of the week.”

  “Shit, sorry. I would’ve woken you if I’d realised. I just assumed since you slept through your alarm, you were off work.”

  “What?” She rolled back the other way and grabbed her alarm clock, bringing it within the range of her blurred eyesight. 7:15AM. “Shit!”

  She jumped out of bed and flung herself into the bathroom, flipping the shower on as she passed to let it warm up while she brushed her teeth.

  “Sorry, honey,” came Chris’ voice through the door.

  She spat the toothpaste into the sink. “It’s not your fault.”

  It was his fault, she thought as she stepped into the hot water and began to shower faster than the laws of physics should allow. Him and his damn movie night. Who watches a three-hour movie on a Wednesday night? Out of work chefs, that’s who. She chided herself for that as she lathered her hair. It wasn’t his fault he was unemployed, and he was trying hard to find work. It’s not as if he forced me to watch it with him, either.

  She stepped out of the shower and jumped as Chris appeared from the door, big fluffy towel in hand.

  “Jeez, you scared me.”

  “Sorry. Toast is toasting, coffee is…coffeeing.” He enveloped her in the towel, hugging her close. “I’ve called Mimi to let them know you’re on your way, too. I said I sliced my hand cutting a grapefruit and you wanted to make sure I was okay.”

  “Thanks, sweetie.” She kissed him on the cheek, then tucked the towel so it wouldn’t fall down and headed to the hair dryer. “Though I don’t like you lying to Mimi like that. She’ll see right through it.”

  “Right, sorry.” He moved to the stairs. “I’ll go back to the toast. Hard to fuck that up.”

  “Don’t start that crap,” she said, before instantly regretting it.

  He stopped, his hand on the stair rail. “Crap? I was trying to help.”

  Bobby bit her lip and turned away, occupying herself with drying her hair. Chris’ thudding footsteps disappeared downstairs. The last thing she needed was an argument before work. Not another one.

  * * * *

  From the minute she arrived at work till one in the afternoon, Bobby didn’t get a moment to breathe, let alone think about the morning. When Mimi, assistant and part-time agony aunt, suggested they slip out for a late lunch, Bobby could have wept in gratitude.

  “So.” Mimi dropped into the chair opposite and placed her handbag under the little glass and steel table. “What really happened this morning?”

  Bobby picked up the menu and stared at the specials. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Oh, come on, honey.” Mimi pulled the menu away, forcing eye contact. “Chris, the expert chef, slicing himself whilst cutting a grapefruit?”

  Bobby smirked. “Yeah, that wasn’t his best idea.”

  “Were you fighting?”

  “No. Well, almost. I got up late, Chris got cranky when I told him he shouldn’t have lied to you, and I snapped at him.” She toyed with the straw in her ice water. “Seems we’re having a lot of those moments lately.”

  The waiter appeared and while Mimi quizzed him about the contents of something on the menu, Bobby checked her phone. She squinted at the screen, one hand over the top to keep the sun off it. No texts or missed calls from Chris, but an email from her latest client, asking for specifics regarding the advert she had been designing for him. Again. What did you do with the last email, jackass?

  “I’ll get one of those then, please.” Mimi kicked her under the table. “What about you, Bobby?”

  She looked up, then down at the menu. “Oh, uh, whatever you’re having.”

  The waiter disappeared and Mimi leaned in conspiratorially. “How’s the sex?”

  Bobby nearly choked on her water. “What?”

  “The sex.” Mimi rolled her eyes. “You know, when a man puts his pee-pee in the woman’s hoo-haa? Or maybe even her boom-boom.”

  Bobby snorted a laugh. “Nut.”

  “I’d hope he has two.”

  She sighed and leaned in too. “To be honest, the bedroom doesn’t see much action these days. Either I’m too tired, or Chris is, or we’ve been fighting.”
/>   Mimi nodded, then sat up again. “There’s your problem.”

  “The fighting?”

  “The lack of sex.”

  Bobby could feel herself colour. She was no prude, but discussing such things with her assistant—no matter how well they got on—and in public, was not her idea of a fun time.

  “When was the last time you two did it?”

  “Uh…”

  Her mind rolled back to the aborted handjob that morning. That had been the most action she’d seen in too long a time.

  “Couple of weeks. Maybe a month.”

  Mimi’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? You have a hottie like Chris living in your house, and you aren’t throwing him down every chance you get?”

  “Like I said, Mimi, w—”

  “Bullcrap.”

  “What?”

  “You heard. You ain’t my boss when we’re at lunch so I can call BS when I need to.”

  “Bullcrap is BC, not BS.” Bobby grinned. “Go on then, read me my rights.”

  “Sex is vital in a relationship, honey. It affirms your love, shows devotion, and it feels good.” Mimi winked. “I was having the same problem with Steve, so we decided to put in some real effort, and it really worked. One night I came home to find him lying naked on the couch, hard as a rock and pouring honey on his chest.”

  “Whoa!” Bobby held up her hands. “More than I needed to know, Mimi. And Steve? As in the guy you’re no longer with?”

  “That wasn’t because of the sex—that was because I found I wasn’t the only one licking honey off his nipples.”

  The conversation halted abruptly as the waiter appeared. Bobby looked down at her green salad and wished she’d paid attention when Mimi ordered hers.

  “I guess Chris does want to try a few things.” She sighed. “After a day at work, though, all I want to do most nights is sleep.”

  “Got any holidays you haven’t taken?” Mimi gestured with half a stick of celery. “You’re always forgetting to use them.”

  “Well, yeah, bu—”

  “Take tomorrow off. Fridays are always slow. If you can get Monday too, that’s four days to fuck like bunnies.” She bit the celery in half. “I guarantee by the time you go back to work, you won’t be making excuses about tiredness. Chris’ll be fighting you off with a stick.” She winked. “A short, flesh-coloured stick.”

  * * * *

  That night, Bobby stopped off on the way home and picked up Chris’ favourite wine, along with a few other supplies. He was waiting for her on the couch when she came through the door, lounging in a pair of tan chinos and an old T-shirt. His position made Bobby think of what Mimi had said about her ex covering himself in honey. She frowned for a second. Hadn’t Steve been really hairy?

  Chris stood and took the bag from her. “What’s funny?”

  “Nothing, it’s fine.” She stepped into his arms and hugged him tight. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

  “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, sweetheart.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I was the one who got pissy over nothing.”

  “True.” She licked the tip of his nose then grinned. “You’re forgiven. I bought you that Chablis you like.”

  He broke off the hug and opened the bag. “Oh, great. I was in the mood for wine, too. I’ll put it in the cooler.”

  She sank onto the couch and pulled her heels off to massage some life into the balls of her feet. “We need to talk,” she called towards the kitchen.

  “That sounds ominous.” He appeared at her side, a fresh coffee in his hand. “Maybe I shouldn’t be handing you boiling liquids.”

  She raised an eyebrow and took the coffee, her eyes lingering for a moment on the bulge in his pants. Jeez, it’s been so long that I almost forgot what a big boy he is. She swallowed, then took a sip of her coffee, before realising why he was still stood there.

  “Chris, if it was one of those talks, I wouldn’t have bought you wine.” She pointed to the seat beside her. “Park the tush.”

  “You got it, missy.” He walked around the front of the coffee table, wiggling his ass, then dropped beside her. “What’s up? It’s not your work, is it?”

  “Nothing like that, no.”

  She sipped her coffee again, then took a breath before telling him about her conversation with Mimi. Chris listened as she spoke, nodding occasionally but otherwise not replying until she was done.

  “So? What do you think?”

  Chris scratched at his three-day-old beard. “Isn’t Steve really hairy?”

  Bobby punched him in the arm. “Not that! I don’t know why I even mentioned that part.”

  “I wish you hadn’t. It’s quite the image.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Well? What do you think?”

  “So let me get this straight. You’re taking a long weekend off work specifically so we can fuck repeatedly, in a variety of different ways?”

  She felt herself colour again. “Basically.”

  “And you’re expecting me to have to even think about it?”

  She grinned as she noticed the now much larger bulge in his pants. “Fair point.”

  He gestured to the kitchen. “You know, it’ll be a while before that wine is cooled, so how about we head upstairs?”

  “Oh?” She stood. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I’m sure I’ll think of something…”

  * * * *

  Bobby hadn’t realised just how in need she was until Chris threw her onto the bed and began to strip. She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the kind of body only several hours a day at a gym would achieve. He ran a hand through his mop of dirty blond hair, as Bobby threw off her top and unhooked her bra to free her already stiff nipples. She pinched then between her fingers, the action sending delicious waves coursing through her body. Chris dipped for a moment to remove his socks, then straightened, grinning as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants. She bit her bottom lip as he dragged the pants down his waist, his cock appearing inch by inch. All eight of them.

  She went to remove her work slacks, but he shook his head, not slowing the descent of the last of his clothing. A moment later he was on the bed, lying naked on top of her, his lips on hers as his hands found her breasts. She whimpered almost inaudibly as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, the movement making her tingle from head to toe. He broke the kiss.

  Slower than she could bare, he worked his way down her body, fingers tracing her curves, lips kissing every inch of skin he came across. He paid particular attention to her nipples, taking each one into his mouth and sucking as he flicked his tongue over their flesh.

  She clawed at the covers as he worked lower, then clenched handfuls of cloth as his fingers finally reached the buttons of her pants.

  “I’ve missed this,” he muttered, as he pulled the pants down her legs, exposing her comfortable yet unsexy white cotton panties.

  She cursed herself for choosing them over her black silks, but if Chris cared in the least, he didn’t show it. His fingers danced over the already soaking fabric then he pulled the panties down. His eyes lit up at the sight of her pussy, and one of his hands trailed down to his cock as the other slid along her soaking lips, making its way to her clit.

  She was about to tell him to hurry, not that he would, when he found the bundle of nerves with the tip of his finger and she had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out. She clenched her thighs for a moment in unconscious reaction, then threw her head back and moaned aloud as his other hand found her too.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, as a finger slipped inside her.

  Chris looked up, then cocked his head. “Sorry?”

  “Fuck me, Chris,” she said, louder.

  He grinned. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

  As she opened her mouth to speak again, his lips met her clit and she cried out, then screamed, “Fuck me!”

  He changed position in an instant, and before Bobby knew what was what, his lips were on h
ers again, and his cock was pressed against her pussy. She gasped in anticipation as he pushed against her, the tip of his cock sliding inside for just a moment, then back, each time going deeper until he was as far in her as she could take. The kiss broke and she cried out again. Chris moaned in response and the pair quickly found their rhythm, their hot bodies clashing and separating over and over.

  Bobby felt her orgasm building and let out an almost guttural growl, then threw her head back and came so hard her vision went white. Chris managed to hold on for only a few seconds after that, then thrust hard as he came, his eyes screwed shut. A moment later he sagged, dropping atop her and breathing hard.

  “I needed that,” he panted.

  “You’re not the only one.” She patted him on the arm. “You’re heavy.”

  She arched her back as his hands slid underneath her, then giggled as he rolled over on the bed so she ended up on top.

  He opened an eye. “Better?”

  “Much.” She kissed him hard on the mouth. “In fact, next time I’m on top the whole time.”

  He slid his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass. “You’re the boss.”

  Chapter Two

  Bobby woke the next morning in a panic, positive she was late again. She was halfway to the shower when she remembered she didn’t have to go in until Tuesday. With a grin, she spun on her heel and climbed back into bed.

  As she rolled on to her side, she felt something crinkle under her thigh. On investigation, she found a hastily scribbled note.

  After discovering that I could still walk this morning (despite your best efforts…three times! Minx!), I popped out to grab some shopping and speak to a friend about something… You’re going to get the best breakfast you’ve ever had, and after that I’m going to get the best breakfast I’ve ever had. Namely, your pussy.